The Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with a Song - Chapter 156

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Tone-Deaf Healer Kills with Song – Episode 156
Birthday.
The moment I heard that word, my voice caught in my throat.
Everyone has a birthday, but I’d forgotten what it meant long ago.
It was nothing more than four digits on my resident registration number—no deeper significance than that.
After awakening, Liri had celebrated my birthday once.
But after I admitted it only made me depressed, she never brought it up again.
It had been quite a while since I’d heard birthday wishes from someone else’s lips.
As I stared at Hwa-jon with a bewildered expression, he smiled warmly.
“I figured you’d be flustered by sudden congratulations, so I told them to wait until you could celebrate with genuine joy.”
“Well, I am a bit flustered, but…”
Normally, I only remembered my birthday when shopping malls sent me discount coupons.
But lately, I’d been too busy to even glance at my phone, so I never noticed.
Standing there in confusion, Hwa-jon shook his head slightly, his smile never wavering.
“No matter how busy or difficult life becomes, you mustn’t forget the day you were born, Ye-ah.”
“I didn’t forget on purpose—it’s just that every day passes so quickly. Besides, I’ve never cared much about birthdays anyway.”
“Regardless of the reason, you must never forget that you yourself should be the first to celebrate your own existence.”
He spoke as though every word deserved to be heard with reverence.
His tenderness and serenity made it impossible to argue further—I simply lost the will to resist.
I blinked slowly, then couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Thank you. It’s been so long since I’ve felt the sensation of being congratulated that I momentarily forgot how to respond…”
“Usually when someone wishes you a happy birthday, there’s no need to overthink it, is there? There’s a standard answer.”
Hwa-jon’s hair, elegantly pinned high with a hairpin, swayed gracefully.
As I watched his hair sway slowly each time he smiled, I added the words I’d already spoken once.
“Thank you.”
“The Guild Master wanted to give you a gift, but I declined on your behalf—I thought it better if he gave it to you directly rather than through someone else.”
“A gift?”
What if he wanted it to be a surprise?
Standing there with a foolish expression, Hwa-jon gave a light shrug.
“If he’d wanted to keep it secret, he wouldn’t have asked me to pass it along. He’s been so busy lately that it might not arrive until after midnight.”
“Oh, that’s fine.”
“The thing is, both of them have birthdays too, and seeing you come here and train alone so diligently weighed on their hearts.”
Only then did Hwa-jon answer the question I’d been holding.
I’d wondered why people so busy they barely had time to rest after their daily duties would concern themselves with me.
“Since you weren’t mentioning your birthday, I thought you disliked the attention. But when I saw you come in on the day itself and train so stubbornly alone, they seemed to think they’d forgotten and felt hurt because of it…”
I’d caused a terrible misunderstanding.
Even if they’d forgotten my birthday entirely and only learned about it much later, I wouldn’t have felt particularly hurt.
My reaction would’ve been nothing more than, “Oh, my birthday already passed?”
But the other two, aside from Hwa-jon, seemed to have lingered awkwardly, reading my mood before eventually leaving.
There’s something endearing about how they couldn’t say a word while being so considerate.
“I understand. I’ll talk to those two separately later and clear things up.”
“Right. And my gift is….”
“Let this be it instead.”
I thrust the Okwanhdan I’d just received directly into his field of vision.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Hwa-jon’s face, as if he’d wanted to give me something else.
But wasn’t this an item that couldn’t be easily obtained even with hundreds of millions of gold?
I couldn’t accept anything more—it would burden me too much.
Besides, birthdays don’t exist solely for receiving gifts.
The fact that someone remembers and celebrates my birthday is enough.
[Liri: If I’d known you’d be happy with just that, I would’ve sent you a birthday message at 00:00:00.]
[Liri: I didn’t mention it because Ye-ah didn’t seem to like that sort of thing!]
Liri made a fuss, insisting I never forget that he was undoubtedly first in his concern for me.
I understood his feelings.
I found myself laughing as I gazed into empty space.
“Then I’ll go help the Guild Master finish his work a little faster.”
“Yeah, you both be careful and don’t overdo it.”
Hwa-jon, having finished his own tasks, hurriedly left the Break Room as if he were terribly busy.
I wondered if he, who had spent quite a long time living leisurely away from the role of a Hunter, was actually enjoying this situation.
‘Maybe I should have a little fun today to celebrate my birthday.’
I was conflicted, remembering Liri’s words about needing consistent daily training, when another message suddenly popped up.
[Liri: On such a special day, rest is important too. Let’s have fun.]
[Liri: When I say you need to do it every day, it doesn’t mean there can never be exceptions—it means it should become established as a pattern.]
With his permission, I finally moved forward.
What happened after leaving the Break Room was quite different from the quiet morning.
As if on cue, birthday messages came from Kim A-jin and Dan Myeong-ah, and I received a gift that Kim Hwa-hyun had left behind before getting trapped in the Dungeon.
Even Dante and Rosalind Brown from the United States, saying they’d teleport a gift despite being so busy, asking for my location.
It was hard to believe how quiet things had been this morning.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
After receiving such an overwhelming amount of attention and birthday wishes, it was around 10 PM in the evening.
Come down to the Lobby in the basement this evening
I was heading downstairs as instructed by the text from Jung Hwan-jae.
It wasn’t a surprise—just from the tone, I could guess there’d be a party.
But the chaos erupted only after I went downstairs. It was literally a disaster zone.
“N-no, you can’t come in right now.”
“Oh, really?”
“N-no, no, you can’t.”
Sung Ji-wook, his entire apron dyed red as if he’d crushed strawberries all over himself, blocked the doorway.
Inside, suspicious vines were flying about.
Recalling that Sung Mi-ju had plant-related abilities, it seemed something had gone wrong while trying to grow strawberries.
‘It looks like she was planning to make the cake herself.’
[Liri: That’s a cake.]
And just by looking at the state of it, I could tell it had spectacularly failed.
I began backing away step by step, wondering how much time it would take to clean up that disaster.
“Oh, when am I supposed to go in?”
“Well, that’s… ah, that’s actually a difficult question. I’m not great with written explanations, so instead of the written exam, I took the practical test to get into Hunter University.”
Sung Ji-wook rambled on, clearly flustered by the situation.
And at that same moment, a vine shot through the gap. I caught it reflexively.
An abnormally large strawberry hung from it, and drawn by it, Sung Mi-ju burst out.
“No! I can’t do this! Oh, hello Ye-ah?”
Sung Mi-ju, covered in stains far worse than her brother, suddenly tried to compose herself.
“…Were you making a cake?”
“Yes.”
The siblings seemed to realize there was no point hiding it anymore and stepped back slightly.
A seven-layer cake lay in ruins.
“I thought it would be nice to have lots of strawberries since they’re in season right now, so I stacked them high…”
“…and it couldn’t support the weight and collapsed.”
The dejected siblings began cleaning up the strawberries and whipped cream scattered in all directions.
“But the strawberries are delicious, try one…”
Hearing their pitiful voices, I couldn’t help but laugh.
I was laughing endlessly with a strawberry in one hand when I heard a leisurely voice from right behind me.
“It’s a bit chaotic, but a birthday party like this might be refreshing in its own way.”
It was Jung Hwan-jae’s voice—one I hadn’t heard in quite some time.

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